All language subtitles for Bones S02E06 - The Girl in Suite 2103 [YIFY]

- You like this song?
- Nobody likes this song.

- You're dancing to it.
- I may be swaying a little.

And humming.

Bones, you know, it's just something
that you do in the elevator.

Buddhists say that if we can
lose ourselves in the moment,

without distraction or desire,
we experience truth.

Why can't you just hum
/"like a normal, happy person?

Not really in the mood.

Okay, here we go.

Special Agent Booth.

And I'm going to assume
this is Dr. Brennan.

Bones, Alex
Radziwill.

He's, uh, you know, from
the State Department.

Why'd you say it
like that?
Booth believes
the State Department

was put on Earth to
protect bad guys from the FBI.

- I count three dead?
- Four. There's one behind the bar.

Already ID'd as the bartender.

This was a cocktail
party after a conference

on drug trafficking
in South America.

The keynote speaker was Colombian
judicial attach� Dolores Ramos.

Did she survive?

Minor burns, smoke inhalation,
she'll be fine.

Luck of the draw.

You seem uncomfortable. Does his size
make you self-conscious?

Bones!

It's a condition;
skeletal dysplasia.

Pseudo achondroplasia
or SED congenita?

Bones!

Dr. Brennan, I can see that
you're a straightforward person

and as much as I appreciate
that quality,

what you're asking me is neither
your business nor relevant.

But it's my business
because I'm a forensic
anthropologist.

But you're right,
it's not relevant.

BOOTH:
So what happened here?
Bomb?

The blast came from
the room next door.

Your people are working
on the cause right now.

I'm betting Colombian drug types.

They just love
blowing people up.

Before she was attached
to the embassy,

Dolores Ramos
was a prosecutor in Bogot�.

She had plenty of enemies
in the cartels.

You ID anyone else
besides the bartender?

Hector Madure, Chief of Police
from Quito, Ecuador...

I brought you in to confirm
the identity of his wife.

She's the
extra-crispy one.

Father Gabriel Ruiz.

He ran a drug program
for kids in Bogot�.

Well, you know, it's a big score
for the drug cartels.

Any one of these people,
you know, make a good target.

I'm gonna check on the condition
of the survivors.

If you need anything,
just holler.

Will do. See ya.

What do ya got, Bones?

Female, mid-40s.

The bone structure fits
this picture

of Constanza Madure
pretty closely.

Dental work will confirm.

And the debris embedded in the
remains suggests an explosion.

So does that giant hole
in the wall there.

Hmm. Part of the navicular,
the top of the left foot.

Not hers.

There are other bone shards
scattered here.

You mean like extra bits?

Yes. These are fragmented
from the blast.

All these bone fragments here
in the wall.

I think someone was standing
in this room

very close to the bomb
when it went off.

Well, it had to be the bomber,
right?

I mean,
talk about instant karma.

BRENNAN:
The question is,
where are the rest of his remains?

Vaporized, maybe?

Unlikely.

What do ya got?

An external occipital
protuberance.

Fissures indicate
thermal detachment.

It's the back of a human skull.

Cam! Any of your bodies
missing a protuberance?

No, all these remains
are fully intact.

BOOTH:
Fully intact.

Not all of them.

The explosion definitely
originated in the room

next to the cocktail party.

Who was checked
in there?

Nobody.
It was being renovated.

Paint, combustibles,
they would have added

to the force of the fire
and explosion.

So maybe the bomber got caught
by his own explosion.

Her own explosion.

The bomber is a female?

The sciatic notch
doesn't lie.

Neither does the vagina.

Whoa. Wait a minute.
Whoa. Wait a minute.

You're saying the skull's so hot
that it explodes,

but the, uh, girlie parts
are still intact?

She was thrown
into that chandelier
above the fire.

The deep tissue
remained intact.

Thank you for that.
Uh...

HODGINS:
Particulates embedded
in the remains

are a combination of glass,
wood splinters,

plaster and drywall.

The bomber is Caucasian,
five-feet four, late teens, early 20's

Still no ID.

Hair sample makes her
a bleach-bottle blonde.

Ankylosis in the
right trochlea

and capitulum
and scaphoid.

Occupational markers
from carrying a tray.

Mad bomber
teenage assassin waitress?

She might not have had a choice.

I don't understand.

The cartels force people
to do what they want.

Your waitress refuses, the
cartel wipes out her family.

I'm running
chemiluminescence
tests now

to get a chemical fingerprint,

then chromatography to see
what triggered the blast.

I scanned the skull
and reconstructed a face.

Send it over to Booth.

If drugs are involved,
maybe she has a record.

Yeah, I already did that.

Listen, people,
please, don't be
sending stuff

without informing me
first.

But you wanted her to
send it. I heard you.

But not without first...

Just run everything
by me first, okay?

Every circus needs a ringmaster.
In this circus, it's me.

Yeah.

All we ask
at the State Department

is that you treat this woman
with the respect

she is due as a friend
of this country.

BOOTH:
I know how to question
the witness.

I am here at the request
of the Colombian ambassador,

Judge Ramos and
the State Department.

That's disingenuous.

What are the chances that all
three would ask you separately?

Why are you being
so confrontational?

You're used to people deferring
to you because of your size.

It's a normal response
that you take advantage of.

- I don't like it.
-Here we go.

See, even you don't want
to say anything

to hurt his tiny feelings.

I don't mean that
your feelings are tiny.

I mean that you have
feelings about being tiny.

The ramifications
and repercussions

of impeded access
will comprise

accommodative responses
detrimental

to your unabated participation
in our shared endeavors.

That's State Department speak.
"We don't do it his way, we'll get fired."

See? If a regular-sized person
tried to intimidate you,

you'd threaten to kick him
through the window,

but because in his case it's an
actual physical possibility...

- Let's just question the judge.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.

That was a nice moment, you know?
Me translating for you.

I was speaking with Father
Ruiz when the bomb went off.

I believe his
body protected me from the blast.

I was barely touched.

Father Ruiz
was a very close friend of ours.

Did you see this woman
at the hospitality suite

at the time of the explosion?

- No.
- You sure?

She wasn't serving drinks,
anything like that?

The service staff were all
from the embassy.

- Who is she?
- She may have been the bomber.

Mr. Radziwill?

The State Department
recognizes Judge Ramos

as a great friend
to this country

and has charged me with keeping her
apprised of this investigation.

Did you or anyone receive
any threats

at the embassy
before the conference?

We are always receiving threats.

It's a fact of life for us.

The government provides my wife
and our family with bodyguards.

We have lost loved ones
in the past.

A daughter eight years ago.

Our condolences.

MR. RAMOS:
Do you believe this woman
to be connected to the cartels?

We haven't identified her yet.

Perhaps, Judge Ramos,
your friends

in Colombian law enforcement
could be of help.

Yes, of course.

Anything to aid
the investigation.

Thank you, Judge Ramos.
That's all for now.

Hey, can you upload the pictures
from this camera?

Am I going to regret it?

What kind of guy
do you think I am?

It's just that men sometimes
think things are funny

that women
merely find gross.

They're pictures
of the hotel room.

I went there
to collect some samples.

See? The heat blast deposited

the first layer
of residue

on the walls:
hydrocarbons.

- The first layer?
- Yep. Layer two,

I had to use an electron-capture
detector to identify.

It was toluene and benzene;
oxidized paint

which just exploded
from the cans.

The explosion
was a two-parter?

More accurately, a fire
then an explosion.

But get this:
I found a patch of wall

with only oxidized
paint on it.

Basically, a shadow.

See, something was
between the wall
and the fire,

then was gone when
the explosion occurred.

Think you can figure out
what it was?

I can try.

Cool.

I also found these blobs
of melted something.

Yeah, not my department.

You're just trying to prolong
this conversation.

- What do you want to know?
- Everything.

The explosion shifted
the placement of the teeth

in the maxilla
and mandible.

I've repositioned them so
that we can match the dentals.

The computer is looking now.

Why do you suddenly want
to know everything?

I think there's a tendency here

for each of us to work
too independently.

My closest acquaintance
outside work

is a woman I know
who's a performance artist.

Last month, she enclosed herself
in a plastic box with six rabbits.

It went over quite well.

Perhaps you've heard of her?

Zack, when I said "everything,"
I meant just the case.

- Lisa Winokur.
-Yeah, never heard of her.

Me, neither.

Isn't she the rabbit woman?

No, Lisa Winokur's the woman
in the chandelier.

Oh, good. I'll let Booth
know you ID'd the victim.

If you'd like to know
anything else...

I think I'm up to speed for now,
but thanks.

I saw about the
explosion on the news,

but Lisa wasn't supposed to be
working at the hotel last night.

So I never thought she'd
be one of the casualties.

How long had your daughter
been working there?

Off and on, a couple of years.

Waitressing when
she needed money.

Tomorrow's her birthday.

I ordered the cake.

I thought that she would spend
the night out with friends,

that's why she didn't come home.

She spend many nights
away from home?

My daughter was a very
attractive young woman

living with her mother.

She had boyfriends,

and yeah, sometimes
she didn't come home.

Did she have anyone special
in her life lately?

Yeah, but I, I never met him.

I don't know his name.

Is there anything you can tell
me about him?

Uh... he was foreign.

Puerto Rican maybe.

She called him
"Se�or Hot Stuff."

Maybe that was a joke.

She said he was rich.

Lisa was a really sweet girl.

The fire started
approximately here.

Which means that whatever cast
your reverse shadow

was positioned here.

Well, what cast
the shadow?

Well, I manipulated
the images you gave

in order to figure out
the shape of the silhouette.

The dark areas

are where there was both
blowback residue from the fire

and the deposits of oxidized
paint left by the explosion.

By going in as far
as individual pixels,

I was able to find the area
where there was only paint residue.

- That's a person.
- Yeah.

Given the angles
and the distance from the wall,

I'd say it's somebody
about six feet tall.

Lisa Winokur was
only five-foot four.

Which means whoever this was

got out before the actual
explosion occurred.

I could kiss you.

That would require
permission...

which I deny.

I'll tell Booth that the bomber
is alive and is six-feet tall.

You'll tell who what?

There's a loop, people,
and I'm in it.

Not only am I in it, I'm
the big curvy part.

Lisa wasn't scheduled
to work last night.

She just came in on
her own as a customer,

picked up a guy.

You know anything about him?

Looked Hispanic. That's not PC
to say, but you want details, right?

And it looked like
he had money, too.

How tall was he?

I don't know, but he was
sitting when I saw him.

Look, Lisa was a good kid,

but she used to scope
the place for rich guys.

- So she was a prostitute?
- What?

No! No, she was just
like any of us.

Looking for a husband, right?

This guy last night,
she zoned in on him real hard.

Took him upstairs,
you know, for privacy.

Upstairs where?

The room that was
being renovated.

The one that caught on fire.

I mean, it's against the
rules, but we've all done it.

Right.

I mean, why else work in a high-class
place like this, right?

Yeah.

Someone's trying
to flag you down.

Oh. Excuse me.

Looks like it's possible
that Lisa went upstairs

for a little quickie
and blundered into a nightmare.

She was trying to get you
to go upstairs for a little...

Hey, that's the guy
that Lisa was with.

Ooh, he looks like
he could be six-feet tall.

Hey, let's pay him
a little visit.

Mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Lose your friend, and maybe.

It's about Lisa Winokur.

Okay, it's good.

My name is Antonio Ramos. Call the
Colombian embassy. I have diplomatic Immunity.

The musculature of the neck
preserved the trachea.

A swab shows
no trace of carbon.

So Lisa Winokur was not
breathing when the fire started.

I found semen.

Where?

The usual place.

No, I mean, no condom?

Well, the sex may not have
been consensual.

She was already dead
when the fire started.

What killed her?

Too much tissue
damage for me.

Now it's time for the boneyard.

You, Zack, do your thing.

I have to ascertain if these
fractures were the result

of heat, explosion or trauma.

Which means I need to know the
exact nature of the explosion.

How do you do that?

The usual way.

My embassy has been informed
of my whereabouts.

I have nothing more to say.

Antonio Ramos.

Any relationship
to Judge Dolores Ramos?

She's my mother.

This seriously calls
genetics into question.

You know, your mother...
is a great woman.

Have some water.

Why'd you run,
Antonio?

In my experience, there are two reasons
why people run: one... danger.

- What's wrong with your arm?
- What?

Your arm, how did you hurt it?

The second reason
people run is

they got something
to hide, so...

You got something to hide, Tony?

Compound fracture,
three or five pins in there.

Say, uh, six months old?

Did you have sex
with her last night?

Is she what this is about?

Because it was her idea,
not mine.

How well do you know her?

Oh, very well, and not so well,
if you know what I mean.

I don't know what he means.

It means that he had sex
with her

and forgot to learn her name.

Well, you say that, not me.

Well, it's not like
you, uh, exactly have a record,

because you have, you know,
diplomatic immunity.

More like a list
of complaints.

Let's see here.

Okay, speeding, DUI, riding
a motorcycle on the Mall,

urinating on
a national monument;

substance-abuse charges,
every one of them.

My guess is you got drunk
and fell off a bicycle.

It was a motorcycle.

Agent Booth, you know

Antonio Ramos
has diplomatic immunity

yet you insist
on questioning him.

Uh, diplomatic immunity
doesn't mean

I can't question him. It means I can't
throw him in jail.

Are you all right,
Tonio?

Mr. Ramos, you're
free to leave.

- Thank you.
- The FBI will not bother you anymore.

Can he promise that?

No. Do you have
any other higher aspirations

rather than just, you know,
baby-sitting drunken playboys?

She's dead.

Who?

Lisa.

Lisa Winokur.

That was her name.

How did she die?

In the same explosion
that nearly killed your mother.

Did Lisa ever mention
your parents?

Agent Booth?

She knew who they were.

Antonio, answer
no more questions.

That's enough.

Do you have something
to say to me, Dr. Brennan?

Little people have a long
history of being close to power.

That's clowns and court jesters.
I see you've been to the art museum.

Yes, but as

clowns and court jesters,
they were the only ones allowed

to mock the king,
to give him perspective.

You don't do that,
Mr. Radziwill.

You just do what

the king says, without putting
anything into perspective.

Good thing I'm neither
a clown nor a court jester.

Whoa. Don't do that.

It's DNA evidence.

The FBI couldn't find any evidence
of an explosive charge.

Then what blew up?

There was liquor in the room,
paint, turpentine.

Paint, turpentine
and liquor

blew down a wall,
torched four people

and deposited a corpse in a chandelier
12 feet off the ground?

There was also
a petroleum distillate

in six HVLP canisters
hidden under tarps.

High volume,
low pressure.

So, you can see
where this is going.

- No, we can't.
- No, we can't.

A fire was set.

The question is--
given these ingredients--

would there be
a secondary explosion?

I did the math
very carefully.

This experiment should generate
an explosion approximately

1/1,000th the magnitude
of the explosion at the hotel.

- Excuse me?
- 1/1,000th.

I think she meant
the explosion part, Zack.

Relax. A little pop.

This blast wall Zack built
is merely a precaution.

We can watch
through this porthole.

Okay, I'm going
to wait outside.

I hear that.

Did they not hear me
say I did the math quite carefully?

I'll ignite the alcohol.

The math says
there will be a ten to 12-second gap

before the HVLP
container explodes.

Fine. You ready?

Igniting
the alcohol.

Ten,

nine, eight...

Are you all right?
Can you breathe?

Hey, how many fingers
am I holding up?

I'm okay.
I'm all right. I'm all right.

I don't understand
what happened.

You know what
that proves?

That you guys
are idiots.

That a blast that strong
wasn't necessarily a bomb.

Most likely,
somebody killed Lisa Winokur

then started a fire
to cover up their crime.

Without knowing there would be a huge
explosion. That's good, guys, nice job.

Your theory of the crime is
that Antonio Ramos started a fire

to cover up a rape
and murder.

DNA matches the sperm
found in Lisa Winokur.

What do you want
from me?

I want you to have the kid declared
persona non grata

because of his
previous offenses--

that gets rid of
diplomatic immunity...

- And you can arrest him.
- Exactly.

- Never going to happen.
- Right, because Judge Ramos

is such a good, good friend of
this country.

I don't think
you can calculate

just how many American
lives she's saved

by taking a hard line
on the cartels in Colombia.

Obviously, you have orders
from the State Department

to have this whole diplomatic
mess booted out

of the United States
and back into Colombia.

Don't say anything,
just, you know,

if I'm right,
just keep breathing.

Bogot�, 1998.

The Ramos family is leaving
the city for their country home.

Their convoy is attacked.

End to a long, ugly story,

13-year-old Antonio is running away from
the fight and carrying his little sister.

Only trouble is, he has
to keep going back

to pick up pieces of her brain.

It's a sad story, but it doesn't
mean the guy can get drunk

and kill five people...

including an American citizen.

- Yeah?
- Booth, it's Cam.

We know how Lisa Winokur died.

She was strangled.

The hyoid is cracked
at the tips, but not burned.

Something was around her neck
when the fire got to her.

Hodgins found burned fibers.

He's analyzing them now.

I also noticed
a broken finger.

I'm using those words
especially for you, Booth.

Thanks.

Also disjunct of acromion
and coracoid with damage

to the glenoid;

dislocated shoulder.

The typical injury

of a victim on the ground
straining against

someone strangling her
from behind.

There was a split

in the cartilage between the T-3
and T-4 vertebrae.

Excuse me.

I thought that might be
from the fire or explosion.

But why only those two
vertebrae?

You make a good point.

I'll take another look.

Cam...

Cam, has anyone said
anything to you about, um...?

- you know?
- Us sleeping together?

You got to be way more
careful about, you know,
blurting it out like that, okay?

Voices they carry in
a building like this.

There's no one around,
and you brought it up.

Well, I mean, Angela is
practically psychic

about this kind of
stuff, all right?

So you can't be
thinking about me

when, you know,
she's around. Especially not naked.

- I'll do my best.
- Onyx, peridot and Peruvian opal.

Probably jewelry.

It's an unusual combination,
very expensive.

Yeah, well, Lisa Winokur
I mean, she was a waitress.

I highly doubt that
her tips would be able to
cover expensive jewelry.

Well, a waitress
that's having sex

with a Colombian
princeling.

I mean, you don't buy
expensive jewelry for
a one-night stand.

And it may be Antonio was lying
about not knowing Lisa.

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

Angela found a jeweler
named Lawrence Melvoy

who works with
this stuff.

- Okay...
- I'll start...

- All right, great.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Oh, my God, what happened?

- Is this jewelry yours?
- Definitely.

- Are these pieces expensive?
- This piece was worth 8,000.

- Dollars?
- My work is all original.

This one went
to a young woman.

Cheap shoes,
expensive watch, you know.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

That combination
means that someone else

purchased this piece
for the young woman.

- Could, uh... this be the woman?
- That's her.

Yeah. I need to know who
made the actual purchase.

I don't know the buyer.

You know how it was paid?

I have a bank routing number.

Ah, that'll do.

Hey, I've had a realization.

Oh, I've never seen you
on the computer before.

I'm, uh... just trying
to find out

who bought Lisa Winokur
expensive jewelry.

What, me being on the computer--
is that what, your realization?

No. Antonio Ramos could not have
been Lisa Winokur's attacker.

Why couldn't our prime suspect
have committed the murder?

Antonio's arm has pins in it.

Pins?

Yeah. So he's maybe 30%
of his normal strength.

No way that's enough to
dislocate our victim's shoulder.

- So how?
- How what?

How can you find the jewelry
thing on the computer?

I have a bank routing number

that dead-ends at an offshore
corporate account

belonging to a shell corporation
in the Netherlands Antilles.

Isn't that impossible to trace?

No. Since 9-11 all foreign wires
have to register

an individual's name
with the State Department.

So, I simply access

the State Department database.

- Hell.
- What?

*****

The computer says
"confidential"

then it's confidential.

I find it best not to
argue with computers.

Were you the one
who authorized the block,

or did it come from
higher up on the food chain?

Go through channels.
Make a request.

Go to hell, Alex.

Why are you being
so mean?

'Cause "go through channels" is just
diplomatic double-talk for "get lost."

Can I talk to him?

Hello, Dr. Brennan.

I'm just small,
not invisible.

Under what circumstances,
in general,

would the State Department
block a name like this?

Come on, Alex. Hey, don't be one of them.
Go out on a limb, huh?

Fine.

Might be an intelligence asset
or someone under investigation.

It could be a request
from Homeland Security.

They just do whatever
the hell they want.

Could be a CIA
shell company

masquerading as a bad guy

or a bad guy who's been
compromised.

The IRS could be working
offshore shelters.

It could be someone...
BOOTH:
Ha!

He didn't say anything.

He was about to say
"diplomatic immunity."

Let's say the boy bought
the girl some jewelry.

That doesn't mean he killed her.

It means he was lying
when he said

he met her for the first time
that night.

Come on, Alex, this isn't evidence
for court.

I'm just, you know,
collecting names.

Please. Like that's going
to work on me.

Whoever killed Lisa Winokur
is responsible

for the deaths
of four other people,

including a priest.

Doesn't the State Department
have to assure those families

they're doing everything they can
to apprehend the responsible party?

Are you threatening
the State Department?

- No.
- Yes. - What?

- That's a great idea.
- What's a great idea?

The FBI blackmailing
the State Department.

He has diplomatic immunity.
There's nothing you can do.

Come on, Alex, baby steps.

No offense.

I just got that... It's baby steps
because you're so small.

It's probably offensive.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Sorry.

I brought you
some coffee. It's late.

You said you found
burned silk fibers

on Lisa Winokur's
throat, right?

Yeah, the good stuff, too.

Unwound filament.
Probably Chinese.

None of this carded,
combed, or spun stuff,

and definitely not nubbly.

What?

You are a man
of odd enthusiasms.

I'm checking for silk neckties
on the men at the party.

Look at this.

Yeah, that's Antonio
two hours before the explosion.

All the evidence points
towards him,

but Brennan says
with his bad arm

there's no way he could have
killed Lisa Winokur.

I know something...

and when you know it,
you should know that I know.

But I don't feel
we can discuss it

until you, you know,
know it independently from me.

Are you sniffing my hair?

You called it, baby.
A man of odd enthusiasms.

Lisa Winokur's finger is broken.

Zackaroni, almost every
bone in her body was broken.

This break was
professionally set.

It had started healing.
I'd say around two weeks ago.

And before I cleaned
the bones,

I noticed this
metallic sheen.

I thought it was a cheap ring,
but it's aluminum.

I think it was a splint.

Do you draw a conclusion
from that?

I don't really do that.

Which is why I called you.

I don't see how health insurance
forms can help you.

Yeah, I'm going to have
these photocopied, okay?

Sure.

Anthropologically speaking,

a man gives a woman
a gift as a way of laying claim.

As a way of marking her
as his

to the other males
in the community.

All I know is, he gave her
nice things.

When he started talking about
breaking it off,

we were both surprised.

They were breaking up?

I told her not to give up
that easy.

I told her that when it comes
down to it,

a man like this,

who's rich,
sophisticated,

he'll do the right thing by you.

You advised your daughter
to get pregnant?

It sounds bad,

but there's no reason for Lisa
to live the life I led.

Please tell me my daughter wasn't murdered
because I told her to get pregnant.

Excuse me.

Bones, can I talk to you
for a moment?

Excuse me.

- What did you do to her?
- I don't know.

- Hospital admission forms.
- What about them?

Look at the signature
of the person

who dropped Lisa off
at the emergency room.

Juan Vasco Ramos.
That's Antonio's father.

Lisa was having an affair

with the Judge's
husband, not her son.

- And he was leaving her.
- How do you know that?

She advised her daughter
to get pregnant when

it looked like Juan Ramos
was about to dump her.

Yeah, Lisa sees
the boy drunk,

decides to seduce him...

Has unprotected sex in an
effort to get pregnant.

Dad finds out, and suddenly
the troublesome girlfriend

is worth killing.

She's worried that her advice
got her daughter killed.

Yeah, she's
probably right.

I'll tell you what,
I'm going to call Radziwill,

and have him bring Dad in
for questioning.

Oh, you know what...

I should leave you
alone more often.

Good morning.

Where's Juan Ramos?

He declined your invitation.
He decided to go

- ...back home to Colombia.
- What airline?

Why? You can't do
anything anyway.

He killed five people.

Yes, yes, let's not go through
the mortality list again.

I need to know what airline.

Private jet out
of Kent Island Airport.

Even if we get there on time,

how are we going to stop
them from taking off?

All right, call Hodgins.

What can Hodgins do?
I mean, this isn't about evidence.

Just give him a call.

Bugs, slime, particulates,
what's your poison?

Hodgins, just listen.

Don't say anything.
Just do as I ask.

You there?

You told me not
to say anything.

Look, ok, listen to me. All right, I need you
in your craziest most paranoid conspiracy mode

to call the FAA and tell them
that a private flight to Bogot�

is about to leave
Kent Island Private Airport

and is carrying aliens
or terrorists or, you know...

You know what to do.
Now, do you got any questions?

Just one.
Full-court press?

No holds barred,
maximum effort?

Just stop the plane
from taking off.

FBI!
Everybody out of the plane.

What will happen to Hodgins if the State
Department finds out?

You know what?
*****

The FAA got a call saying Judge
Ramos' plane had been targeted

by the National Liberation Army,

a terrorist organization
in Columbia.

And you took it
seriously?

The caller used a highly-
classified code phrase,

which established the
threat as authentic.

Really?

A highly-classified code phrase

known only to a gold-plated
asset inside

the terrorist
organization. If it weren't,

I might suspect
you had something to do with it.

Booth, you seem to have
trouble accepting

that there is
absolutely nothing

you can do in these
circumstances.

Well, Juan Ramos just,
you know, flying out of here--

this whole diplomatic
immunity thing--

the whole thing just stinks.

You should think it stinks,
too, Mr. Radziwill.

Put together your evidence
package.

Submit it to State. We'll present it
to the Columbian authorities,

let them decide whether
or not to levy charges.

Wait, wait.
That's our only option?

Hope that a foreign government
will lay charges

based on a forensics-heavy
investigation

done by American law enforcement
on another continent?

Unless you can persuade him to give up
diplomatic immunity, yes, it's our only option.

- How long have we got to do that?
- About as long as

it takes to take apart a plane
and put it back together again.

Maybe
24 hours.

You're the one who said you have to
be kept up to date on everything.

When I said "everything,"
I might have been a bit too...

You tend to be
very literal.

Thermal dislocation
can be extremely deceptive.

Typically, heat causes short
bones to move at the ends.

These were split
in the middle.

What?

- Brennan!
- Whoa. What'd I do?

T-3 and T-4
are behind the lungs.

This is why we have
to communicate more, because...

I have a cell phone,
Dr. Saroyan.

I found evidence of a perforation
in the membrane of her lungs.

That could be connected to the
T-3 and T-4 vertebrae damage.

Exactly
what I thought.

Could it have been pierced
by a rib during the attack?

The ribs were not
broken pre-explosion.

The vertebrae
were pushed apart,

so they'd slide across
the lung surface.

That would
cause a tear.

No, this is definitely
a puncture.

Whatever pierced the membrane
was forced through the vertebrae.

- A knife?
- Zack?

No cuts on the bone.
Something softer than a blade.

To reach the lung
from the back

means moving through
the epidermis,

dermis, hypodermis,
subcutaneous fat

and three layers
of thoracic muscle fiber

and connective tissue, not to mention
splitting those vertebrae.

That requires
a great deal of pressure,

suggesting the force of a leg,
not an arm.

It's as though Juan Ramos
drove something

into Lisa Winokur's back
with his foot.

Like a golf tee?

- A golf tee?
- That makes no sense.

I'm not sure what we're
looking for.

A sharp
implement.

He has a pen in his pocket.

Wait. How would he
force a pen...

through her back with his foot?

Judge Ramos is five-foot-nine?

- Yeah. - Why is she
the same height as her husband?

Three-inch stiletto heels.

We assumed the killer
was six feet tall

and a he, but what if it was
a five-foot-nine woman

wearing three-
inch heels?

Could Judge Ramos have driven her heel
into Lisa Winokur's back as she strangled her?

Judge finds out that the
waitress is having sex with

both her husband
and her son

trying to get pregnant,
that's motive for murder.

Also, before the fire,

she has a beautiful
silk wrap on.

Afterwards, it's gone.

That's what she used
to strangle Lisa Winokur.

Great... It was Judge
Ramos. She did it.

Very compelling
evidence.

Excellent, but, you know what?

Too bad. It's useless.

Unless...

we can find a way

to make Judge Ramos
waive her diplomatic immunity.

How we gonna do that?

Go grab a cup
of coffee.

I'll figure it out.

Get some pie, Bones?
Let's get some pie.

Pie. We're having
coffee and pie.

Cherry pie on Friday.

Oh, yeah, baby-- that's
what I'm talking about.

Hey, love is in the
purified and ionized lab air.

Why should we resist?

Go.

A woman like Judge Ramos
who stood up to drug cartels,

who always did
the right thing,

it's hard to imagine her
killing another human being.

Bones, she's a strong woman.
That's why she stood up to the cartels,

you know, live on after
her daughter was killed.

Hey, look,
her point of view,

Lisa Winokur was threatening
her family. So-- she snapped.

Will she get away with it?

Yeah.

I think she will.

Okay, we all
got together--

well, Zack wouldn't help
until I threatened him--

but the rest of us.

The blowback pattern shows that Lisa
Winokur's killer was six feet tall...

Antonio Ramos is
six feet tall.

Lisa Winokur had sex immediately
before her demise.

DNA tests show it was
with Antonio Ramos.

Lisa Winokur was strangled
with a silk ligature.

Antonio Ramos
favors silk ties.

Why are you manipulating
the facts to make it sound

like Antonio was the killer?

It's okay, Bones.
Let her... Let her continue.

Because of
his broken arm,

Antonio Ramos was forced
to place his foot

on Lisa Winokur's back,

damaging her vertebrae.

You are fabricating this scenario by
misrepresenting the evidence and

omitting key facts.

It's a bluff.
Cops do it all the time.

So you think if we frame
Antonio, Judge Ramos will...

confess to save her own son.

What mother wouldn't?

- Bones?
- No!... No!

It's no different than lying
to a criminal to get a confession.

Or having Hodgins call the FAA
with a fake terrorism tip.

He did what?

Oh, what? Now, suddenly
there's a line here?

You can't allow this.

I'm 100% against this.

Seeley, you hate
diplomatic immunity.

Well, I'm against it
when it's interfering

with my murder investigation,
but the world's bigger than that.

What are you talking about?

We cheat diplomatic immunity
here in DC,

we catch a murderer,
that's great.

They do it in Upper Kamikazistan

and our boys end up
on a red-hot spit

over a slow fire.

There's no such place
as Kamikazistan.

Okay. Bottom line is,
we ignore diplomatic immunity

and the rest of the world
finds out,

it's open season
on Americans, so--

you know what?

Thanks for the effort,

and the fake file, but...

Let's just remember,
okay, that...

we're the good guys.

Oh, I'm gonna need that
real evidence file, too.

Okay.

- Even if this were true...
- It's true!

My family and I have
diplomatic immunity.

That's politics.

A woman like you,
a judge, a prosecutor,

who's given up their whole life
for justice,

you can't live with what
you did to Lisa Winokur.

- What next? - The FBI formally
hands this evidence over to me.

I present it
to the ambassador.

He presents it to the
attorney general of Colombia.

And the State Department
gets what it wants,

what you've been
working for all along...

This mess in another country.

All parties played by the rules.
That's diplomacy.

Still, speaking outside
of my role

as a member of the
State Department,

the attorney general of Colombia
is not a friend to you.

No.

He's not.

This evidence is
political ammunition.

I mean, there will
almost certainly

be a trial,
and he would

most certainly want you in jail,
which would mean...

The cartels have been trying
to kill me for years.

In prison, they would
succeed on the first day.

They'll torture
and kill you.

Might I make a suggestion?

Waive your diplomatic immunity.

And be tried fairly,
here, in the United States.

What's it gonna be, Judge?

I turn this evidence over
to an American prosecutor?

Or Mr. Radziwill?

I waive
diplomatic immunity.

Well... look at them
down there, huh? Ha!

Probably falsifying evidence.

I'm not sure I can totally
trust Dr. Saroyan after that.

You know, Bones,

Cam's a cop at heart.

She, uh... she just wants
to catch the bad guys.

There are a lot of gray areas.

Not for you.

- You did the right thing.
- Yeah.

It worked out, is all.

You did the right thing.

Well, shouldn't we do something?

You kidding?

Hodgins being abducted
by men in black?

It's a dream come true.